Wednesday, March 4, 2020
This morning we took a 5 1/2 mile walk into Mystic and back, sometimes talking, sometimes staying silent just to appreciate what we were doing together, and sometimes simply giving thanks for the accustomed but always captivating scenery.
my wonderful walking partner
shadows, sidewalk, sticks –
nothing fancy,
but still
somehow miraculous
across The Mystic River
Our frig poems today …
My poem for today …
EVERYDAY MIRACLES: An Occasional Journal of a Life Lived in Wonder 